[Image from Google images]
Here’s a short poem for my friend Joy who celebrated her birthday recently. She’s one of the most energetic people I know.
The sun descends and night-time falls,
As guests converge on Crooked Walls.
A wonderous beauty,
Full of mirth,
Celebrates her day of birth.
Hey nonny no,
And mirth a plenty,
She looks no more
Than one and twenty.
COLLAGE WITHOUT FEAR
No time to waste at the bus stop,
Young artists were busy as bees,
They painted their village so brightly,
The houses, the flowers, the trees.
They figured that all would admire it
as they stood in the winter freeze.
And they did.
Though they shuffled with hands in their pockets,
And longed for the bus to appear,
They were thankful they lived in the village
With their collage of life without fear.